Fangs. Literally.

How It All Began.

ISUZU;;

I was born a castaway--mom and I before things got bad.

And by meaning bad, it means /really/ bad. We were literally forced into living in a dark, off centered hole. Another word for hell, perhaps? Pretty close if by counting chocolate for rare times, old outdated books for entertainment, and flashlights for those old fashioned 'good nights'. And let's not forget the slapjack. A common hourly entertainment as well-Everyday all day. Never got old.

/Then/ that's when the bloodsuckers came in and stole my mother's life. Not that I hate them now, but then and being a cute tot as I was, it was pretty much self-explanitory. Life ended with a rapid shebang. Until someone peculiar came into my life.

Just as I thought everything had gone wrong, he pretty much had the same feeling. The same emotion.
Even if it /was/ hard to tell beneath those same black eyes I wear proudly today. It was meant to be--

Now hold it there, you're not thinking what I'm thinking, are you? If so, let us rewind just a bit.